It is hot today. 85 degrees in the shade. Our community has a lovely dog park. It is fenced and grassy. There are plastic chairs and a water spigot with dog bowl.The west fence borders a bike trail - a reclaimed railroad right-of-way that runs 35 miles from salt water to the base of Mt. Rainier. The west fence is also shady and I sat there this afternoon watching my puppy play. He is five months old. He easily amused himself. Bikers passed frequently along the trail. For five or six seconds they were within earshot of my chair. Here are a few snippets of conversation - each a short story.
"...his family. Aren't you ever invited ?"
"..other things left in the car. Do we need...."
Girl biker "... one more mile.."
Boy biker "..one more mile..."
" ...without the key we don't...."
Girl biker "..don't see why not"
Girl biker "Do I dare..."
Boy biker "What the *** is that?"
Girl biker "dog park"
Boy biker "Let's...."
Boy biker 1 "... which Lake?"
Boy biker 2 "we're headed the wrong way"
"... still at work with all those..."